Las Doce

The door is wide open
The salsa decorates the plate
I can't be the one in charge
Or the one receiving certain flowers

Love, dream, sing
Let no one notice that it's twelve

What will we do when we can't hold on anymore?
What will we do when it's time to say:
"You're my torment, I need time and spice"?

Love, dream, sing
Let no one notice that it's twelve

Being a lover is so literal...
The bed, the hour, the doubt, the wait, the return to the planet

Love, dream, sing
Let no one notice that it's twelve